Gob: I met someone. I can't really give you any information, kinda famous-y.â€¨Michael: Well, I also met someone, also famous-y, can't give you any information. â€¨Gob: Is it Julie Bowen?â€¨Michael: No, it's not. Is yours Julie Bowen?â€¨Gob: Is yours Julie Bowen? Oh my god, Michael, you're seeing Julie Bowen?â€¨Michael: I am not seeing Julie Bowen, but if you are, you tell me right now.â€¨Gob: I want to hear you say the words, "I'm not seeing Julie Bowen."â€¨Michael: I have not seen Julie Bowen.â€¨Gob: Well, that's a funny way to phrase it.

Gob: (sobbing) You came for me, Michael ... or should I say Robot!Michael: Why? 'Cause I'm not crying?Gob: Michael, maybe you don't have enough RAM to understand this, but there is such thing as brotherly love. (Sees Buster) ... What is he doing here?

Michael: What the hell is going on? Nellie is not a, uh, uh, a prostitute.Gob: Of course, she is. Oh, but I can see where the misunderstanding is. You didn't know. (yelling to Nellie in the background) Maybe we can give him a family discount!Michael: Family discount is right, Gob. This is the sister I've been talking about.Gob: Maybe I should have been getting a family rate ... (breaking down) Oh, my God.

(holding stuffed animals) These are my awards, Mother. From Army. The seal is for marksmanship, and the gorilla is for sand racing. Now if you'll excuse me, they're putting me in something called Hero Squad.